“I would like to spend the rest of my days in a place so silent–and working at a pace so slow–that I would be able to hear myself living.”

― Elizabeth Gilbert, The Signature of All Things

I walk the garden every morning now, long before doing much else. The dog follows along, doing his patrol, mostly with his nose, while I use my eyes and ears. The birds are singing, while flinging birds seed in the air with joy, and I hear a few boats on the lake.

The vegetables are really coming on now and I pick a bowl of yellow beans and reach down into the potatoes, bringing up a few for dinner. Later I will need to do something with the five cucumbers waiting for me in the refrigerator.

But first I must arrange the flowers.. Slow and methodical, with care and gratitude.